Silavin
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13
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5.2 M
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Hal stared at Padre Donatham with a look one might reserve for a half-melted slug. The Padre, flustered, cleared his throat and straightened in his seat. When he looked back, it was with the solemn, dignified expression one might expect from a man of the cloth. “Water,” Donatham began, “is pure in and of itself. People, dishes, clothing, tools — none of it stays clean without water. It’s the foundation of cleanliness in this world.” “Hmm…” Hal nodded. “The water granted…-
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“Morning, everyone,” Marlera called out as the group made their way into the dining hall. “I’ve left a few days’ worth of meals on the next table. Be sure to grab yours before you head out.” “Good morning, Miss Marlera. And thank you,” Hal replied with a grateful bow. “Ah, and that small paper bag has some Lyrelias inside.” “Lyrelia?” Hal parroted, puzzled. “What’s that?” “The same kind of flower I put in Ize’s tea yesterday. A little bonus, on the house,”…
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Up ahead were the stairs down to the fifteenth floor, the deepest level of the Poides Dungeon. With its conquest, Ize and Hal — and even Fieda — would achieve their first-ever full Dungeon clear. A small but undeniable milestone. Hal stood at the threshold with fire in his eyes, gesturing dramatically, his voice practically glowing with excitement. “Well, well, here we are! The final floor of the Dungeon! Word has it a half-decayed Wyvern awaits us here!” Ize raised a brow.…
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“Hey, it’s been a week, hasn’t it?” Paula greeted them with a lazy wave from behind the counter. “How was it? The Undead Dungeon?” “We found a weird Padre squatting there,” Hal replied dryly. “And Saintess Hal was born,” Ize added sarcastically. “Ize’s spell control has improved by leaps and bounds,” Fieda said, grinning. Paula tilted her head, lips pursed. “Hmm… there’s a lot to unpack there, but as long as you’re in one piece, that’s what…
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With only a few days left before their departure from the Capital, today marked their final visit to The Ark’s Dove. Ordinarily, Hal would stop at the door, sniff the air, and correctly guess the day’s menu like clockwork — but now, his hand froze mid-reach for the handle, head tilting quizzically. “No smell? Maybe she’s not cooking today?” “What are you doing, Hal? C’mon, we’re going in!” Ize brushed past Hal and opened the door. “Miss Paula! Hello!” “Excuse…
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The wide grasslands stretched beneath an open sky, scattered with tall trees. Leaning against one such tree, Ize sipped water from a bottle, her gaze fixed on the scene unfolding before her with unwavering focus. “Right, right, down,” Fieda called out sharply. “Hah!” Hal responded with a grunt, executing a quick strike in the indicated direction. “Left, down, up.” “Haah!” “Up, up, up!” “Ghh!” With each command, Hal reacted instantly, his sword…
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Perspective: Museum Director Slowly, I walk through the museum’s exhibits, letting my gaze linger on each of the rare and precious artifacts on display. Visitors pore through the descriptions beside the items or pause to read the plaques posted throughout the hall. Some smile, others weep openly. Watching their reactions, I realize something. Those siblings were right. ◆ It had happened during a stretch of sweltering summer days. A young pair of siblings, accompanied…
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“You sure took your time.” “Yes, sir.” “Perhaps far TOO MUCH time.” “Err… sorry?” Hal offered a half-hearted apology, more out of form than remorse, to the man standing before him. Somewhere nearby, he felt the prick of a stern glare — likely from one of the armored guards lurking behind the nobleman — but he chose to ignore it. “I heard you were in the Royal Capital at the start of July. Do you even know what month it is now? OCTOBER. From the Capital to…
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Lord Gruash of Speraniessa fixed the three adventurers before him with a piercing gaze. “There are a few matters I need to confirm with you.” “Yes, sir,” Hal replied, setting down his teacup. All three of them — Ize, Hal, and Fieda — had just spent ten draining minutes being lectured on the sacred value of punctuality. Now, weary but obedient, they straightened their backs and turned their attention to the business at hand. “First and foremost,” the Lord…
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